[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Damn, E this a classic
East side n***a
Seven mile n***a
Fuck a squad shit n***a, that gang shit, that 48205 shit n***a
H-Town, Red Zone, 48205 the long way n***a
Gang, squad
SB till the world blow
Free Ball, n***a
Ay Cash fuck these n***as
Rest in peace T-Boz n***a, Rest in peace Sleaze, n***a
Killa let me hit that weed
Ay

[Verse 1]
Five hundred dollars for a motherfuckin' hoodie
Yo' man's in the club by his self, I smell pussy
Gang in this bitch n***a all you smell is cookie
Them percs got a n***a on the edge so don't push me
Cappin' ass n***as must don't know who they dealin' with
Stump her n***a right in front of her mind yo' business bitch
Michael Myers of the rap game I been killin' shit
You can go and buy a thousand guns and you still a bitch
Turn some cheese down fuck your party I ain't feelin' it
Let her shoot the bag if she run off imma kill the bitch
Is you n***as really paying homage or you stealing shit
Toonman with this motherfucker I be drillin' shit
We ain't gotta hit no more licks bitch I'm straight
You gon' do what when you see me I can't wait
N***as sippin drink tryin' to be sweet but I'm addicted to it
You could have Jesus on your tape I won't listen to it
All that dick riding you should let the bitches do it
Barely seen me with the fam I been gettin' to it
The old me dead and gone somewhere in the sewage
Everybody talkin' bout it but who really do it?